[Produced by: 808 Mafia]
[Verse 1:]
Swag so turnt up I walk past a b**h
I don't need a b**h, don't even ask for sh**
I got a fly mouth and yea I talk nasty b**h
Yo n***a used to have cash, now he broke as sh**
2002 man I was serving ma**ive bricks
Call me and my n***as Pacman the sh**
I can't fit in my pants so rubber band the sh**
My mama kicked me out cuz she couldn't understand this sh**
I wish that I could turn but I'm not an evangelist
I wanna go to church but I feel like a hypocrite
Cuz when that work came in I had to sell this sh**
So many P's at the trap then they would smell the sh**
It's Guwop
[Hook x2:]
Answer, answer
n***a owe me money but the n***a won't answer
Answer, answer
Got a b**h with me, now the b**h won't answer
Answer, answer
I ain't gotta worry bout nothing financial
Answer, answer
I'mma kidnap the b**h and hold the b**h for ransom
[Verse 2:]
I started trappin in '94, sellin dimes at Texaco
Move the trap to Grisham Road, on I20 with heavy loads
Rap poppin, I let it go
Go back, I never know
I don't like meetin new people, you a real n***a, I never know
I got robbed a long time ago
Never happened again though
Keep me a extendo
Don't know if you friend or foe
You n***as playin Nintendo
I was windin my '74
Standin front of that corner cold
So broke, gonna rob the store
You say yo man is a gangsta
Then why he lyin in that chalk for?
Yo big brother go in the bank for er
Tryna open the vault tho
All my young n***as on go
Keep me one of them bank rolls
I don't f** with these broke hoes
Diamonds all on my dick ho
[Hook x2]
[Verse 3: Jackie O]
Text messages, no reply, but you keep sayin that you a real n***a
All lame excuses, they play it out like Hilfiger
This here is my livelihood, blood sweat and tears n***a
Damn right I need my bread, b**h I got bills n***a
We got the money, didn't rent a car
Ain't got the car then wear the j**els
Ain't got the j**els you gon lose yo life and they'll catch yo a** on the evening news
20 minutes to hit my phone
20 minutes and I'mma couter mine
You got 20 minutes to hit my line or 20 n***as gon be runnin all through yo house
You got my number, n***a holler at me
You owe me and I want that
I got a bunch of n***as that's young and silly
When it come to k**in they on that
I did my job, I front the pack
n***a do yo job and run that back
You done lost the work? n***a hit that lic
I don't give a f**, bring my money back
[Hook x2]